1321 Inside the dilapidated shaft room! (Second update!)
After Kawashima Yoshiko saw the station appearing in the distance, she immediately retracted her arms and submerged herself into the crude oil again.
The train did not stop at the small station, just as Kawashima Yoshiko did not want to stop here, it kept running forward.
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As the sun set and stars filled the sky, the train finally stopped at a small town.
But Yoshiko Kawashima didn't get out of the car and was still hiding in the oil tank. She was waiting in the dead of night.
Although the northwest border of China cannot be described by the idiom "sparsely populated", compared with the prosperity of the mainland, it is not at the same level.
If any city in the mainland had such a bright night sky, those pairs of young lovers would have danced cheerfully to perform a romantic love story. It would be impossible for Yoshiko Kawashima to get off the car like this one.
It was not even ten o'clock in the evening in the small town, and apart from two or three dim street lights, there was not a single ghost to be seen on the streets.
Strictly speaking, Kawashima Yoshiko is now a ghost shadow, and her dark figure under the starry sky is even scarier than a ghost.
Kawashima Yoshiko, who was limping, slowly walked out of the town along the street. After walking about three to four hundred meters, she saw an abandoned shaft house.
In the northwest region of China, there are still such motor-driven well houses built in the 1970s. A dozen meters underground in the house is a high-power diesel engine, which is used to pump deep groundwater and irrigate nearby crops during droughts.
The floor area of this machine pit room is not large, about ten square meters at most. After Yoshiko Kawashima unscrewed the big rusty lock and walked in, she turned around and groped on the wall for a moment, and then found the power switch.
Fortunately, there is still electricity in this shaft room. Although the ten-watt light bulb does not light up, Yoshiko Kawashima still sees the layout of the room: next to the east wall, there is a wooden door supported by bricks.
It was a simple bed. There was nothing on the bed except some blue shabby work clothes, and there was a broken table beside the bed.
Slowly closing the door, Kawashima Yoshiko wrinkled her nose and sniffed hard for a few times. In addition to the strong smell of diesel, she also smelled a musty smell. It seemed that no one had been here for a long time.
Walking to the table, Kawashima Yoshiko opened the broken drawer underneath, and was surprised to find that there was a roll of clean veil inside, as well as a set of needle-nose pliers, screwdrivers and other tools commonly used for diesel engines.
"It seems that there is no end to the road." Kawashima Yoshiko smiled, quickly took out the needle-nose pliers, screwdriver and the roll of veil, then covered her buttocks and walked down the winding steps to the underground shaft.
go.
What Yoshiko Kawashima needs to do most at present is to remove the crude oil from her body and then take out the bullet in her butt.
Everyone knows that black crude oil is difficult to clean, but some people may not know: When your hands are covered with oil and other greasy things, you can still achieve the same effect as "lady washing clothes" by just scrubbing them with mud.
, soil is actually the best dirt remover.
The most indispensable thing in this old-fashioned engine pit room is soil, because its building materials are made of soil embryos. With the erosion of the years, a thick layer of soil has fallen next to the underground diesel engine.
Maybe Kawashima Yoshiko got a lot of luck from Chu Yang. After she walked carefully down the well, she discovered that there was also a light bulb down there, which was of great help to her in cleaning up her personal hygiene.
After putting away the veil and other things in her hands, Yoshiko Kawashima squatted on the ground and grabbed the soil. She rubbed it vigorously on her body like soap. After rubbing for half an hour, she slowly soaked in the coldness.
of well water.
(Anyone who has stayed in the countryside in the last century knows that there is a window made of stone slabs more than ten meters underground in this kind of well house, and the diesel engine belt pumps water from the well through this window. The distance between the two
It's only three or two meters away at most, and for Kawashima Yoshiko, this distance can be completely ignored).
After scrubbing with soil four or five times in succession, Kawashima Yoshiko finally washed all the crude oil off her body.
Her skin once again revealed that enchanting bronze color, and when she twisted her body and crawled from the window to the diesel engine, she looked like a beautiful snake emerging from the ground, exuding an evil spirit that would make men nosebleed.
Yoshiko Kawashima is not a ninja, but she certainly knows ninjutsu better than most ninjas.
The reason why ninjas are called ninjas is because they can survive as much as possible in any complex environment, just as they can endure pain that many people cannot endure.
Without using any anesthetic (which is actually not available here), when Yoshiko Kawashima used a screwdriver and needle-nose pliers to remove the bullet from her butt, she didn't feel any pain at all like those brave Marines in Hollywood movies.
She was screaming in cold sweat, but she always maintained a calm expression, as if the pain and the blood dripping down her thighs did not happen to her at all.
"Sooner or later, I will leave such a bullet in your butt." Staring at the bullet held in the needle-nose pliers, Kawashima Yoshiko raised a cold smile at the corner of her mouth, and then waved her hand to remove the bullet.
Throwing it on the ground, he picked up the veil, rubbed it on his hands, and stuffed it directly into the wound. This stopped the bleeding.
If those brave American Marines saw all this, I wonder if they would worship Yoshiko Kawashima?
When she was taking a bath just now, Kawashima Yoshiko had already drank enough well water. She was not planning to leave here right now. What she needed most was to have a good night's rest. After all, even if a ninja could endure it, she was still a human being and needed to
Get enough sleep.
When Kawashima Yoshiko walked onto the surface, her speed was much faster, as if she had not been injured at all.
She grabbed the tattered blue work clothes on the bed and put them on, then used the pliers, screwdrivers and other tools to carefully set a trap on the door, turned off the lights in the well room, and lay on the bed in the dark, feeling dazed.
He fell asleep and curled up into a ball, like a snake.
Yoshiko Kawashima woke up due to gastrointestinal motility caused by hunger. When she woke up, the surroundings were still dark, but there were very light footsteps outside the door.
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Following the faint stains of crude oil on the ground, Huang Dongdong stooped and walked to the door of the motor shaft room.
"No wonder the pursuer lost her whereabouts. It turns out that she was hiding in the oil tanker. It seems that Chu Yang is right. It's just that that guy ran away to someone else. I can't wait for him to come back.
?" Huang Dongdong muttered secretly in his heart. After walking to the door of the motor shaft room, he slowly pressed his body against the wall. Under the weak light from the mobile phone screen, she could clearly see the black mark on the damaged lock nose.
There is no trace of crude oil.
Before he separated from Chu Yang, that guy once told Huang Dongdong that if he found traces of the enemy, he must not act in vain and must retreat to a distance and call him.
But Huang Dongdong dismissed Mr. Chu's instructions, thinking that this man must look down on her because of her age or her dress.
You must know that she is Xiaoyu, whom the Second Department of the Chinese General Staff spent a lot of money to train. When performing infiltration missions outside, she relies on her young age and non-mainstream new humans as cover.
Huang Dongdong didn't believe at all that she wouldn't be able to deal with the witch who was injured and hadn't eaten for more than two days. She had to catch the witch so that she could show off in front of Chu Yang.
The contempt from Chu Yang changed Huang Dongdong's mentality.
After she found out the whereabouts of Kawashima Yoshiko first, she did not follow his instructions. Instead, she decided to catch this island spy who had been exaggerated by him alone, and let him and Ye Chuqing see that she was
The elite agents trained by the Second Department of the General Staff are not wimps, nor are they parallel imports.
Huang Dongdong slowly squatted down, put his cell phone on the ground beside the wall, then held the gun in his right hand, and tried to push the door panel gently with his left hand.
Based on the resistance from the door panel, Huang Dongdong judged that something should be leaning on the back of the door, but it was definitely not locked, otherwise she would not have pushed it a little, and a gap appeared in the door.
The smell of diesel mixed with crude oil and musty smell quietly came out of the gap.
He released his hand, tried to push gently again, released it again, pushed again... After repeated attempts, Huang Dongdong was sure that the door panel was held up by something like a small branch.
Huang Dongdong stood up slowly. Now she was basically sure that the island country's female spy was hiding in the shaft room, but she had to think a little harder about how to act next.
According to Chu Yang's instructions, there was no need to consider the plan after retreating and meeting him. There were only two issues she was considering now.
The first one is to just kick in the door and go in.
The other one could only carefully remove the small branch behind the door and slowly touch it in.
If Huang Dongdong could be smarter and be able to face the problem that Chu was so troubled by Yoshiko Kawashima that she almost committed suicide, then she would definitely not have the confidence she has now.
She stubbornly believed that she was Xiaoyu whom the country had spent great efforts to cultivate. If she still expected a young uncle to guide her in this kind of job, then where should she, Miss Huang, put her face?
So, after Huang Dongdong thought about it for a moment, he decided to rush forward... that is, he kicked open the door, and with lightning speed, shot the island female spy inside with a gun!
Of course, after killing the female spy, Huang Dongdong didn't mind informing Chu Yang and asking him to cut open the woman's belly and take out the USB flash drive. After all, Miss Huang was considered a lady, and she would disdain such bloody things.
You did it, and you can give that guy some credit for it.
Huang Dongdong didn't know why, but she suddenly thought of giving some credit to the young uncle, but she did think so, and when she thought of this, the corner of her mouth turned up with a smile that she couldn't see, and even smiled
She imagined that guy being in awe of her and flattering her.
When he thought of this, Huang Dongdong was shocked: Why do I care so much about that guy's attitude towards me? It turns out that I actually care about that guy so much!
Alas, young men are as thick as wine, and girls’ feelings are always poetry!
"Give me one!" The crow of a big rooster who was having an erotic dream sounded from somewhere in the town over there.